Poses

Still from 'Charade' 

Crazed title and joys joyfully rejoicing in hopeful degrees of gestures and poses that remained nothing but a staple of meaninglessness in her grand beautiful life. Seeking lovely illusions and desires only for selfish plights of pity and misunderstood arguments that came back to the selfish illusion in circular rings of life and death and a great implication of sex.

As she stood under the repeated numbing light, showing emotions of great arousal and joy to her photographers, her little finger on the right hand twitched, ashing her unsmoked cigarette and her greatest desire was to scratch the unimportant littlest finger - she held her pose and her facial expression in a morgue kind of silence. She shifted her 40 something kilos body weight from her left leg to her right thinking of the nails scratching on her skin and the soothing relaxation it could bring her. Flash. Flash. Flash.

She had wanted to be loved, more than those movies she watched and even more than those rejoicing images of ‘true love’ - only too often had she posed for those, with changing men different of height, weight, face but never colour; and changing places cleared and beautified like sale products. Her heavy head fell slightly back into another empty air space and another empty meaningless pose - beauty was to change angles and change heroes.

Her story had been the fondest and yet the strangest in delightful arrangements of people walking in and out of a mind lacking the beauty of the face and hurting in such heightened emotions that could never be shown in a photograph. Relativity was key in an image meant to publicise and advertise and sell nothing more than processes of making money for the self and the people that made the self happy, her relevancy depended on these purchases of her body.